There’s a blizzard coming
“There’s going to be a blizzard tomorrow. It will start at 5am and will snow all day.” That was the weather report. You can’t get more specific than that. It’s not a case of Michael Fish and the hurrican. There is going to be a blizzard, it will start at 5am and it will be horrendous. Alright I’ve overplayed how bad it is going to be.
And despite all this London Underground still cant get the tubes to run on time. I’m lucky, I leave at 6am as I have to be in London for breakfast at 7.30. Plenty of time. Even get to sit on the district line. Get to Mile End at 6:50 and it’s 5 deep at the platform. Delays. There’s no surprise. What I didn’t bank on is that everyone decided they were getting on no matter how hard it was or how squashed they were or wether it was safe or not. So there we are, entering the “most people in a tube carriage” contest when the doors close and some blokes rucksake gets stuck outside the tube.
“Is that my bag? I dont spose you could lend a hand and pull me in a bit more?” was the best he could do, rather than get off someone had to reach over everyone else (Thank goodness for exceedingly tall people) and yank him in.
So for the next 6 stops we had “would you mind pulling my bag in” at every station. Personally I felt like pushing him off but decided to behave myself.
It never surprises me how we have all these health and saftey laws and regulations about everything except how many people can get in a tube carriage.